User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-3135907-20161105235217

The stoatess scowled and stretched out a hindering paw. She found her voice after loosening the overly tight hemp neck-tie from round her throat; it came out a thin rasp. "Stop! No! Safer together!"

Scratching his rump and peering about maliciously at the same time and doing a poor job of both, Dogbane appeared at the other end of the glen, concealed- but only just -and grinning broadly at his compatriots directly across the clearing from him and apparently thinking it great fun that the beasts between them were unaware of their presence. Flewdd's face emoted first confusion at the stoat's call, but only briefly, and then bright surprise at Dogbane's unexpectedly 'alive'-ness. But only briefly.

Then his paws were up and waving around frantically and as quietly as paws could be waved under the circumstances- which was embarrassingly clumsy and not at all very quiet -in some bizarre attempt at complex sign language.